Hu Mingchen, every day from morning to night, day and night, boring just stared at the red sandbag and kicked violently, two days later, his wrist guards and gloves were broken, and for three days, the foot guards were also rotten.

On the fourth day, Hu Mingchen's two hands were beaten open and bloodied. However, seeing that the sandbag was still unbreakable and hung there, Hu Mingchen was so anxious that he got some medical tape and dipped it around, then put on a wrist guard and continued to fight.

Breaking this sandbag within a week is Pei Qiang's hard and fast rule.

By the sixth day, the second pair of bracers had also been broken, and the second team's foot guards had also been kicked. His hands, which had been clotted with blood, were broken again, coagulated and broken again. His feet, from the instep to the calf, kicked the sandbag and were already red and swollen, and the muscles were pinched up, and they were hard.

In order to take a few more punches on the punching bag, Hu Mingchen's punching speed has become faster and faster, and he can even throw more than six punches in a row in a second.

"You sandbag, it still looks relatively new, haven't you been serious about it in the past few days?" On the morning of the seventh day, Pei Qiang came to Hu Mingchen practicing boxing.

"Conscience of heaven and earth...... I've ...... it I beat it like a murderer, and I want to bite it with my teeth...... The bracers have broken two pairs, how can you not be serious?" Hu Mingchen gasped.

"Then why don't I look like this sandbag has changed much?" Hu Mingchen glanced at the new bracer on Hu Mingchen's hand.

Hu Mingchen wiped his sweat with a towel: "That can only mean that the quality of this sandbag is good, I have done my best, staring at this place every day, I have to fight for at least fifteen hours, my ability is this limit." ”

"If that's the case, then your limits are too easy. After speaking, Pei Qiang punched the sandbag, and the sandbag was hit hard, and it suddenly swayed violently.

The sandbag swung up and was about to swing back, Pei Qiang turned around in a dashing way, and kicked the sandbag that was about to hem with a fierce kick, and the sandbag swung higher.

Pei Qiang's series of two actions made Hu Mingchen smack.

A sandbag weighing more than 300 pounds, he can hit so high with one punch and kick, what a heavy force.

"How did you do that?" asked Hu Mingchen dumbfounded.

"Didn't you see it just now? You have mosquitoes in your eyes?" Pei Qiang clapped his hands in a chic manner, blocking the swinging sandbag and calming him down.

"I see it, but ...... It's easy to sit up, I don't know what skills you can do it. Hu Mingchen scratched his head and said.

"First of all, it is a standing position, and the two feet must be one in front of the other, one behind the other, between the legs...... There is also waist strength, which is not enough to rely on the strength of the hands alone...... Every time you throw a punch, the strength of your waist should also be used well, and he can at least increase the strength of your fist by fifty. Also, try to get you out with every punch is a straight punch, and only the power of the straight punch is the greatest...... If you look at your two legs, you must use your right foot at a much higher rate than your left foot, and you must learn to use both legs skillfully, and even the force of the left leg kick should not be much lower than that of the right leg. Pei Qiang explained to Hu Mingchen with gestures.

"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, why didn't you say it before, you want me to waste six days of work in vain. Hu Mingchen said.

"I thought you would realize it yourself if you have a good understanding, boxing is not just brute force, but also uses your brain to talk about skills. Pei Qiang said with peace of mind.

Hu Mingchen is depressed, what is this.

"Brother Shan didn't teach you this before?" Pei Qiang asked.

"He didn't teach me to fight sandbags, and we didn't have sandbags at all, he only taught me to fight in combat. Hu Mingchen replied.

"Actual combat? Pei Qiang nodded, "When you break this sandbag, let's see how your actual combat strength is." ”

After speaking, Pei Qiang left again, and once again left Hu Mingchen stunned on the spot.

Hu Mingchen looked at Pei Qiang's departing back with complicated eyes, threw the towel aside, and began to put on a posture to continue to hit his sandbag as he said.

Not to mention, according to Pei Qiang's method, Hu Mingchen could indeed feel that the power of his punches had increased a lot, and even the swing amplitude of the sandbag was obviously larger.

It's just that in Hu Mingchen's opinion, it is almost impossible to break this sandbag within today. Even though he himself had limited the range of his blows to a very small area, after six or seven days, he felt that the position was only a little suffocated, and there was no sign of rupture at all, and the layer of skin on the surface was still so intact.

Despite this, Hu Mingchen did not dare to slack off at all, and was even more unwilling to give up. In any case, hold on to the last minute and every second, in case a miracle happens.

Even if he didn't finish it in the end, at least he did his best, at least he didn't give up until the last moment.

Time passed minute by minute, and Hu Mingchen hit from morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening. His hands and feet were numb and unconscious, but he was still playing one by one, as if he was endlessly, mechanically doing repetitive and repetitive movements.

By ten o'clock in the evening, the lights out horn had been blown, and the gym was still making a dull "bang" sound.

After more than a dozen punches in a row, Hu Mingchen sat on the ground with a weak buttocks, panting heavily.

Wiping a handful of sweat, holding the ground with both hands, and looking up at the sandbag, Hu Mingchen was really a little discouraged. It seemed impossible for that sandbag to be broken, no matter how powerful he could do on it, he didn't know how many punches he punched, he didn't know how many kicks he kicked, but the changes in it were basically the same as the way he first saw them.

You must know that when Hu Mingchen was at home, he tied a book to a tree and beat a person, and his fist was not hard in comparison, but after a few days, it was still this kind of result, which made Hu Mingchen unable to raise it even if he wanted to be confident.

Could it be that it might be smashed in the next hour or so? Hu Mingchen shook his head in disbelief.

Picking up the kettle and pouring a sip of water, Hu Mingchen got up again.

He took a deep breath, moved his arm, and continued to throw his punch.

No matter what, Hu Mingchen has only one belief now, that is, to do his best to obey the destiny of heaven. Whether it will rot or not is no longer under Hu Mingchen's control.

After another hour of fighting, it was almost twelve o'clock, which meant that the seven-day deadline was about to end.

"Ahh

Master, it seems that I have to throw this person at you. It's only been two minutes, and I can't beat it at all. Hu Mingchen said secretly with great annoyance.

It seems that tonight is the last night in this camp, Hu Mingchen decided to pack himself after returning to the dormitory, and leave by himself early tomorrow morning.

Hu Mingchen didn't dare to expect Pei Qiang to drive him, and he didn't seem to have the face to make such a request.

Pushing away the sandbag, Hu Mingchen took off his wrist guard, wiped his forehead with a towel and put it on his shoulder, he turned around and left the gym to go back.

But just after taking two steps, Hu Mingchen stopped, turned around and stared at the sandbag that made him disgraced and defeated, and an inexplicable hatred welled up in his heart.

Ordinary people's hatred is directed at a certain person, but Hu Mingchen's hatred is aimed at a sandbag.

Suddenly, Hu Mingchen thought of the two moves that Pei Qiang showed in front of him this morning, he was full of anger, rushed over and smashed all the power in his body on the sandbag with a punch, and then when the sandbag was about to hem, he jumped up and kicked it sideways in the same position.

The sandbag that was about to hem continued to rise a little, almost horizontally.

After using all his strength, Hu Mingchen landed and took a step back.

Because the sandbag is raised high, the amplitude of swinging back and forth is large, and it looks very flying, but it is still not rotten.

In despair, Hu Mingchen picked up the bracers and towels on the ground and walked towards the gate of the gym. He knew that he had lost, and that no extravagant hope could be compared.

Hu Mingchen, who returned to the dormitory, stood under the faucet and washed cold water for a long time, not because of the heat, but because he felt that his head would be drenched with cold water more, and his heart would be a little more comfortable, it can be understood that he was punishing himself in this way, although he had tried his best, he still felt unforgivable.

After taking a shower of cold water, Hu Mingchen put away his luggage as well, and then went to bed with difficulty.

On the first day of coming here, Hu Mingchen couldn't sleep all night and was about to leave, Hu Mingchen tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep.

As soon as you close your eyes, the scenes of those tortured training will flood in front of you.

For more than 20 days, Hu Mingchen had to sweat in this barracks to be filled with buckets, and he had suffered countless injuries. He had bled more than once, but he never shed a tear.

But when he was about to leave, Hu Mingchen somehow shed a line of tears silently from the corners of his eyes. This line of tears is full of Hu Mingchen's hard work and dedication for more than 20 days, as well as his huge gains and extreme unwillingness.

After going back, I hope that the master can forgive him for the incompetence of this apprentice, whether he scolds or other punishments, Hu Mingchen has decided and accepted it gladly.

Throughout the night, Hu Mingchen thought a lot, and mixed emotions surged wave after wave.

At half past five, the wake-up horn sounded, Hu Mingchen got up from the bed, washed up, picked up his luggage and quietly went downstairs.

It stands to reason that even if he wants to leave, Hu Mingchen should say hello to Pei Qiang. However, Hu Mingchen decided to leave first, and then he said that he was a little difficult to fight this greeting.

"What are you doing here?" As soon as he went downstairs, Hu Mingchen met Pei Qiang.

"It's time for me to go back, I'm self-aware, I'm sorry, I didn't break that punching bag. Hu Mingchen lowered his head and said.

"Did I say that if you can't beat it, you will get out? Are you self-aware or are you a deserter?" Pei Qiang asked rhetorically.

Huh? Hu Mingchen was dumbfounded. But after thinking about it carefully, Pei Qiang really hadn't said anything like that.